✯ An unwanted family inheritance ✯
Megatron x Fem.Reader Part 5
You spun around, then back again. You adjusted your purple flannel shirt, which was unbuttoned and showed a bit of your black bra.
"What do you think?" you asked, lifting the hanger with the navy blue shirt. "Which one?"
Anya looked at you intently, frowning slightly. She placed her hands on her hips and said nothing for a long moment, as if the gears in her head were trying to turn.
"Are you going...on a date?" Her confused tone of voice finally broke free, the words barely made it past her throat.
You hung up your shirts in their place than dynamically adjusted your bra to make your breasts look a little better and looked at her in the mirror.
"Are you suggesting I never dress like that for myself?" you asked sarcastically.
Aneta rolled her eyes, giving you "bitch please" expression.
"You do, but you never ask me what would make you look better. You're like the fucking devil wears Prada. If you're asking for my opinion, it means you really care." your lips formed an irritated grimace and hers a malicious smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you muttered as you walked into your shoe closet, pulling out your favorite heels that added a few inches to your height and gave the illusion that your legs were as if they were from the ground to the sky.
"Please, are you trying to fool me or yourself?" she asked, grabbing some heels that were in plain sight. She showed them to you with a childish smile, to which you gave her a bored look, to which she rolled her eyes and put them back. "You're taking your beloved heels that you only wear for special occasions and jewelry that costs more than my salary for five years."
You didn't answer her, just walked past her.
"Who is this mystery man? I don't remember the last time you went on a date."
Standing in front of the mirror, you were touching up your makeup.
"Anya, I'm not going on a date. I have a meeting with the Decepticon leader in thirty minutes."
The woman tensed at the mention of the Cybertronian, she had the pleasure of seeing him live once, it was the first and last time. She almost had a heart attack when he set his optics at her. But what really stuck with her was the way he looked at her boss. Something was in this gaze.
You had to admit that after a few meetings with him, you actually started looking forward to the next ones. You enjoyed his company, it sounded ridiculous but it was true. You'd never gotten along well with men; you were easily irritated by them, especially when they acted like victims of fate around you. You didn't want to be the mother of some idiot.
It was bad enough that your father and brother acted all high and mighty, but you knew full well that deep down they were fucking cowards with doormat instincts. And Megatron? Well, he was a leader. One of flesh and blood. Carved out by his own history and experience. Okay, maybe not flesh and blood, but energon and cables?
Either way, he was something new, dangerous and fascinating. Plus, he might have been a different race, but you could appreciate a good-looking person. And he was very attractive in his brutality.
And what was the sexiest thing about him?
Real power, unquestioned, unlike the men in your family. They wield power among humans and behave like fucking dogs among the Decepticons. Embarrassing.
Before meeting him, the thought of working together seemed catastrophic. You loved the feeling of power, which gave you comfort and security. Therefore, the thought of someone higher up was depressing. However, the world had a different plan for you. You no longer viewed Megatron as a threat, but as an opportunity.
A chance for absolute power.
While on Nemesis, you glanced at a passing Cybertronian. You started snapping your fingers, drawing his attention.
Oh yeah, they hated you. Their energon boiled when they had to cater to your whims. You were like a female, disgusting, organic version of Megatron. Everyone knew you two were a perfect match. Well, like pet, like owner, or something like that.
Megatron, as always, was waiting for you sitting on his throne. He was amused by the way you bossed his soldiers around. Red optics roamed your entire body. He reveled in the purple color that covered your skin.
It disgusted him a bit, but he found pleasure in your appearance. You were an attractive woman whose every move was filled with confidence. Your body and the way you dressed thrilled his spark and his processor as he thought about how it was all for him.
Even more fascinating was that he sensed far less fear from you. Your father had always been just as fearful throughout his tenure in his service. Therefore, he was surprised when, with each encounter, your feelings were...different.
Your glance had also evolved. He felt something had changed between you. And it didn't bother him at all. He knew you'd be a source of entertainment for him. He didn't know it would be so deep and intense.
Feeling his optics on you, you spun in place, giving him a 360.
"Do you like it?" you asked in a low, flirty tone, beginning your favorite game.
Megatron, despite his amusement, suppressed a smile and leaned in.
"Why? This is for me, flesh bag?" he raised his ridge optic.
"Don't talk to me in that tone" you snapped at him "I've told you this many times"
Your commanding tone sent something electric through his body. He felt like his spike started slowly pressuring behind his modesty plating. Maybe if he weren't so confident and didn't think he deserved everything, he'd be furious.
But he had gotten used to the idea that your awful, sexy, and disgustingly domineering personality made such an impression on him.
It was downright comical. You. Organic. Parasite. Insect.
But you were his. He'd decided that long ago. You just didn't know it. Besides, he knew you wouldn't have any objections. In your differences, you were the same.
He loved the fire in your eyes, the lust.
He leaned down and grabbed you, lifting you to his optics. He was a bit rough with you, but it wasn't because he was a troglodyte, he literally felt that you had no problem with it, he knew you liked it.
"Want to admire me up close?"
Finally, he smiled, revealing sharp denta. You felt your body heat up at the sight.
